Butcher Baker

Verse 1
He bakes the breads by morning light
Sweet dough, flour, a friendly smile
But by night he prowls the shadows of his mind
Testing boundaries, crossing the line

He takes them under promise of a ride
“Downtown, I’ll take you back safe,” he lied
Found a map hidden behind his bed
With little X’s marking where the bodies fled 

Pre-Chorus
He said he’d start with any girl who caught his eye
Then learned who wouldn’t be missed, whose voices wouldn’t rise 

Chorus
Marked on the map, shadows in the wild
Good girls, bad girls, hunted like a child
He flies them out, sets them loose, then hunts them down
Bob the Baker wears the monster’s crown

Verse 2
Cindy Paulson said the basement wall, the pole, the chain
“In my hands I see their trophies, I see the names” 
Weapons, jewelry, IDs stashed away
Of women vanished in nights with no more day

He claimed “If they resisted, upset me, I’d turn them loose”
Bare naked, in the bush — then they’d run from what they knew 

Pre-Chorus
He thought the wilderness his perfect stage
A twisted playbook for terror, rage
A rifle, a plane, a map sealed with guilt
17 graves he led them to, though not all were built 

Chorus
Marked on the map, shadows in the wild
Good girls, bad girls, hunted like a child
He flies them out, sets them loose, then hunts them down
Bob the Baker wears the monster’s crown

Bridge
“And it worked!” they said, the mask slipped away
The baker, the husband, the man gone astray 
“His face got really red… hair stood up on the back of his neck”
Transformation from small man to malice unchecked 

Good girls he said he wouldn't kill
But bad girls, he claimed, were outside the rules he’d will
“My problems from school, my stutter, my scars”
He built his hatred underneath the stars 

Final Chorus / Outro
Marked on the map, shadows in the wild
Good girls, bad girls, hunted like a child
He flies them out, sets them loose, then hunts them down
Bob the Baker wears the monster’s crown

No parole, no peace, 461 years of chains
But scars run deeper than any of his graves
Marked on the map were the names, stolen lives
Under the wilderness, under his lies

Industrial, nu metal, alternative, glitch, abstract, male